Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to drink y'all throw up
We y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' hood
But how many y'all

that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that talk
While these be scummy
And'll go for the

Ready to ride they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the
The real gun never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you it from side to side
Niggaz if it's static pass me the strap

ride 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

Anny up on the fin and go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them and win
Girls with 'fits that show the

Real niggaz mind your friend at the pen
Real let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be ass
make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

While them hoes backin' that up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
Rollin' up big in a Mercedes
If you want herb we got

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit
And this kid fire light
And the I don' fucked like last night
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine I read
Is I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one
I suggest y'all run it

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, a lot of hoes
I'm the muthafucka that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that coke to a pot of

'Cause my is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in at condos
Keep the up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a on me
And the only on is me

And the one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC the white T
All I do is argue

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
With insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out
(They damn don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all impossible
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If your cry there's nothin' I could do

Should not've fucked Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you it
You to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me this clip up
Lust pour me liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered who'll ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a that'll turn her out
Especially when I her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit

You gon' make me pull a all
Standin' in front of your with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, Drag-On and
(Puttin' it on 'em)